Yours (quiéreme Mucho) Lyrics - Marty Robbins

Your still the stars lose their glory 

Your still the birds fail to sing 

Yours til the end of life's story 

My love to you dear, I'll bring 

Your in the grey of December 

Here and on dark distant shores 

I'll never love anyone the way I love you 

How could I? 

When I was born to be just yours.